Hunger

seeds 

at last, birds of many colors 

have discovered the feeders full: 

insatiable 

is the menu and condition 

of every season. 

©2012 R. Burnett Baker
Drawing by R. Baker, 2001 

Distant Selves

past lives

farmer, cowboy,

Tab Hunter:

he manned them 

all

without knowing

or 

caring about 

representations.

he rode 

cold wind, 

stick horses- 

fought fires of 

imaginings 

raising lifetimes of 

possibilities. 

Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 

Photos taken by Ina Jean Stovall Garner

Magpie Tales 112: L'Eggo My Eggo!

This Magpie Tales prompt would have been perfect for my previous "serious" epigram post from yesterday.  But as I was reading various "news" stories this evening, and wondering what I would write for Tess's prompt, I came across the following story.  


Forgive me, all, for I know this is Easter weekend and such, but this story just had me giggling my butt off in my chair.  And holding my legs tightly together.  No doubt, there is a place reserved for me in hell, but yes, I'm still laughing!  Isn't it horrible to be laughing at someone's misfortune?  But still...... 


So here it is, my contribution of sorts to Magpie.  The ex-girlfriend in the story below has certainly taken Easter egg hunting to a new and um, colorful level.  Forgive me, Tess!! 

Angry ex-girlfriend goes ballistic, rips off man’s scrotum

By Taylor Bigler - The Daily Caller | The Daily Caller – Fri, Apr 6, 2012

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Talk about a ball buster.

An Indiana man was rushed to the hospital Wednesday after his scrotum was the victim of a vicious attack by an ex-girlfriend, The Smoking Gun reports.

The victim told police that his former girlfriend, Christina Reber, stormed into his apartment as he was innocently sitting at his computer. Reber, who he had severed ties with a few days earlier, first struck him on the head and then grabbed his scrotum and began “squeezing as hard as she could.” Naturally, he told officers that he “was in incredible pain when [she] grabbed his scrotum and began digging in her fingers.”

The police report indicates that the scrotum area was “completely torn loose from his body.” Reber reportedly “refused to let go of his scrotum,” but that the victim was finally able to remove his balls from her vice-like grip.

As if the story isn’t already good enough, the victim, who has not been identified, was taken to BALL MEMORIAL HOSPITAL. As far as we know, the hospital is not only for scrotum-specific injuries.

In an interview two days after the incident, the man told police that after his ex was done breaking his balls, his family jewels are so swollen that he is unable to work, and he isn’t sure if there will be permanent damage.

Reber was charged with two felonies: aggravated battery and illegally entering the victim’s home. She was also charged with a misdemeanor domestic battery.

Image by Djajakarta, shared by Tess Kincaid. 

Another Meaning, Perhaps, For Easter Weekend

Never second guess your 

creation. 

Never underestimate 

your ability for 

re-creation.

©2012 R. Burnett Baker

Bowl Of Plenty

Photo ©2012 R. Burnett Baker

    by the spoonful 

       there's no denying 

 the concept of 

           half full, half empty. 

                  empty, however, provides 

                profound perspective for 

         those surrounded by 

                          plenty they have not consumed. 

Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker

City Scenes XI: Environmentalist's Foot Fetish

Photo © 2012 R. Burnett Baker

Photo taken by R. Baker on Yonge Street, 

Toronto, Ontario.

Yes, we must protect the environment.  

We must reduce our collective

and individual carbon footprints.  

Looks like this shop in Toronto 

has come up with a plan.  

Just be sure, if you wear these 

"Kleen Air" shoes, that you've washed your feet.  

And ladies, or men, if you're so inclined, 

paint your toe nails, too.  After all, 

being green and kleen doesn't mean 

abandoning style! 

RB

4-5-12 

Magpie Tales 111: Grandma Tried To Warn Me

empty nest 

never could wrap my head around 

tree hugging,  those activist glory days

so dope-fueled with ideals;  the Long-hairs

and their Chickie-LaLa's singing songs of whales,

saving snail darters,  and sleeping under the trees. 

my grandmother warned me about mite bites, 

those birdie bed bugs that parasitize man and fowl: 

"throw that damn nest away, boy, before you 

get eaten alive!" 

Poem © 2012  R. Burnett Baker 
Photo by Robert ParkeHarrison, shared by Tess Kincaid